Every year, in order to consolidate its power, the Church of Light will make some trials to clarify the strength of the Knights of Light, the Inquisition, and the sacrifices, and then compare it with other forces in the Xiyun Continent to ensure its unshakable leading position.

This day is the annual trial time again. Everyone is eager to try. If they perform well enough, they will become the key target of the Light Church and their destiny will be changed from then on.

The trial site of the Knights of Light was in a martial arts hall, divided into more than ten arenas. According to age, the time he entered the Church of Light, he was divided into groups. An Jie had only been joined for a year, and naturally he was divided into the last group with other children of the same age.

Although the annual trial is not a grand ceremony, everyone in the Light Church attaches great importance to it. Looking at the wonderful martial arts confrontation on the ring, many people couldn't help but cheer, watch, and the crowds were filled with noises.

An Jie also wanted to see other people's competitions, but he was too small to squeeze in a large-scale crowd, so he could only shake his head and sigh and leave with disappointment.

"Hey, isn't it your turn yet?" Just as An Jie was waiting for him to appear patiently, an angelic voice came over again. At some point, Wei Li floated to her side and stared at An Jie and smiled continuously.

"Miss Weili, I'm busy today, I'm busy, I don't have time to play with you." Seeing Weili, this pink and cute girl, everyone can't help but feel pity for her. However, An Jie, who knows her well, feels her true face when she sees the angel's appearance, and she can't help but feel her heart.

Weili smiled and said, "Who is here to play with you? I just want to see if my little follower secretly hid and cried after losing. This is too much for me."

An Jie said seriously: "I won't cry after losing. But you, Weili, have you passed your trial so quickly?"

"Miss, do you still need a trial? Grandpa Pope, I passed it in one sentence." Wei Li's face was very proud and she didn't take the trial to heart at all, as if nothing was wrong. This made An Jie sigh in his heart. It was so convenient to have a big backer.

Just as the two were talking, a slightly older boy came over, and there was a vague rebellious feeling between his eyebrows, a arrogant smile, and he said lightly: "Oh, isn't this Weili? We haven't seen each other for a long time."

"Oh, isn't this Alvin? You are finally alive and come out of your father's forced retreat." Weili smiled and looked very familiar with the big boy named Alvin here, but in her words, it sounded like the wrong way.

Alvin replied: "I was almost exhausted this year. Apart from practicing, I was practicing. Fortunately, I broke through the third level of the warrior level, otherwise I would not know when and when I would see the light of heaven again." This person named Alvin was the son of Aegrin, the leader of the Knights of Light. He had high hopes for him and had never relaxed his training. So he reached the third level of the warrior level at the age of ten, and there was a sign that he wanted to break through the fourth level. His appearance immediately covered the light of the younger generation of Anjie.

"This should be An Jie. I didn't expect that during my retreat, the Church of Light will have a genius second only to me. If you practice hard, you will have a future." Aven looked at An Jie meaningfully, especially the tone that emphasizes the four words second only to me. As soon as he came out of seclusion, he was told that he had a very talented talent and received great attention. So he asked someone to inquire about his origin, origin, appearance, etc., so he recognized An Jie at a glance. It was only An Jie's origin, which was related to future wars, and was kept confidential by the pope. In terms of personnel information, he was just a child from an ordinary family.

"Hello, senior brother..." Although the other party looked contemptuous and arrogant, An Jie didn't take it seriously and greeted him politely. His mentality was not affected by anyone, and he kept a normal heart. This was what Skeen taught him a long time ago, and An Jie always kept it in mind.

"Well, show your performance well. If you qualify, you will be able to challenge me. I believe that no accident will happen. There will be no big problems. I am looking forward to it." Alvin showed a deep smile, then turned around and left, and said provocatively: "Vili, you must be lazy. Relying on the fact that there is a Pope, a white-clothed priest, and he escaped the trial."

"You have to care..." Wei Li snorted from Alvin's back as she left, then said in an extremely threatening to An Jie: "Little follower, listen well, this person named Alvin is the most hateful scum I have seen in the Light Church. He relies on the head of the Light Knights, and he is rampant. Everyone hates this second-generation ancestor. If you meet him, you must knock him down."

Upon hearing this, An Jie was stunned at first, and then muttered softly: "How about this Alvin, I think you are not going to be there, and at least they won't cause trouble for others."

"Little follower, what did you say just now? Do you still want to continue to get along..." Weili's eyes narrowed, and a cold flashed. An Jie was so scared that she quickly covered her mouth and shook her head as if she wanted to rattle, saying that she didn't say anything and would never dare to do it again.

In the tenth group, in the eighteenth game, An Jie went on the ring. When he heard this voice, An Jie was so amnesty that he quickly jumped onto the ring. He was grateful to the referee, otherwise he might have been suppressed by Weili in public.

"The two sides will hit the clock and the game will begin." With the referee's order, An Jie immediately showed the achievements of his cultivation, and revealed the warrior's sensational fighting spirit, and a series of punches to attack, caught the opponent off guard, and successfully forced the opponent out of the arena with one-sided advantage, and showed mercy and did not take too much action.

"Wow, An Jie is so powerful here, I won in one go. We have practiced for so long, but there is no sign of breaking through and reaching the top." In the audience, seeing An Jie win with an unstoppable momentum, some people admire and some are jealous. In the crowd, the old knight who guides An Jie to practice cannot help but nod, thinking to himself, Skeen, An Jie is worthy of being your son. If this continues, he may surpass you sooner or later.

Next, An Jie passed the hurdles and defeated the children who entered the Light Church one by one with his tremendous strength. No surprise, when he appeared in this group, he had such an amazing performance at a young age, which immediately attracted great attention.

On the other side, Alvin also secretly watched An Jie's every move. He also qualified very early. Then, it was An Jie's turn to challenge him above the level, so he also cared about the strength of this opponent.

"Young Master, this Anjie is not bad. He is not inferior to you back then. Yiji should not be his real strength." Aside Ivan, a young knight who was following Eighteen and eighteen have been following Ivan. He was sent by the leader of the Knights of Light to protect the little master, named Hoth.

"You are right, Hoss, this kid will definitely be an amazing enemy in the future, but now he is far from my opponent. In addition, he has a fatal weakness." Alvin smiled coldly, looking confident. Perhaps his confidence comes from affirming his strength. Looking at Xiyun Continent, he always felt that there were very few geniuses like him, and it was hard to match him.

But he didn't know that violent incidents occurred frequently at the Magic and Martial Arts Academy far away in the Ailan Empire. This all stems from a heart that wants to become stronger and a fire of revenge that refuses to stop.

With a loud noise in the afternoon, a big pit was blasted out of the ground. An Luo stood tall, his eyes full of fighting spirit, and his hair, which was bright redder than blood, danced in the wind. The attack just now was caused by him. He was already nine years old, and his strength was so strong.

"Monster, how is it possible? He just had only level 3 of the warrior level, but how could he be upgraded to level 5 at once?"

"How strange is his hair turning red."

"I heard that he had never practiced after entering the academy. This is a joke. Is this the strength that a person who has never practiced has?"

"Is he a pervert?"

Listening to the other party's words, An Luo said impatiently: "Hey, have you finished talking? You lost? According to the previous agreement, you are not allowed to bully the small in the future, especially our 108th Martial Arts Class 7, do you know?"

"I know... I know!" Those seniors had been scared to death. Is the other party nine years old? He can actually use his level five strength. There has never been such a person in history. Could it be that a monster really exists?

"Great, boss, you are indeed the best. Even those seniors are not your opponents. Let's see if they dare to bully people in the future." The classmates in the same class as An Luo immediately surrounded him enthusiastically, feeling that this tone was really cool. Yesterday, several people were practicing martial arts in the same venue. Those seniors insisted on gunfire and hit people. One of the classmates' faces were swollen.

Generally, An Luo is very energetic. Whenever such a thing happens, he will stand up and get it back for his classmates. No matter how strong the other party is, he will beat them to pieces every time. Although everyone is very strange and has never seen An Luo practice, he is so strong.

"It doesn't matter. As long as everyone is united, we will not be bullied by anyone." An Luo laughed, then said that he had something urgent to do and left quickly. The speed was jaw-dropping, as if there was something really burning his butt.

When he arrived at a remote corner, An Jie saw that there was no one around, so he took a deep breath, then vomited a mouthful of turbid air with blood mist, his face was full of fatigue, and he squatted down with a tree. If someone saw him now, he would be surprised. The person who had just used level 5 strength, now has no cultivation at all.

At this moment, a light voice came over: "An Luo, I know you really want to become stronger, but if you are so desperate to challenge you, your body will collapse before you can tap into the potential of your bloodline." Here comes a man wearing a golden dress, with heroic spirit in his eyebrows and strong eyes. He is one of the top ten, ranking fifth-ranked warrior Jin Billy, also the dean of the Demon Martial Arts Academy.
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